On the left is the old. On the right is the new. City versus suburb. Historic house versus brand new apartment.
I was ready to move. I have harbored an urban fantasy for years.
Here is what I will miss forever:
- History. The thought that lives were lived in a home that was filled with happiness and drama. The old “if walls had ears” phenomenon. I loved the butler’s pantry, for example. Who was the butler? Was there ever one? And there is a hole in the floor in the dining room where there once was a bell to summon the maid. There is also what looks like a doorbell mounted on the wall beside the fireplace. Also for summoning a servant.Wow. How Downton that was!
- Crystal, egg shaped doorknobs on every door. Absolutely beautiful and hard to take for granted.
- A sleeping porch. We never slept there, but it is so private, I spent many an evening up there in my pjs.
- Huge rooms. High ceilings. Crown molding.
- A fanlight over the front door. Sigh.
- Sitting in front of the fire in the winter, writing a book. Cozy. Hygge.
- A dining room with a table for 8-10 people. Sure, we used it only on holidays, but it was gracious.
- Center hall that was wide enough for a wedding. Again, it manifested itself only in one of my novels, but it could happen. A bride may yet walk down that staircase to a waiting crowd below.
- The neighborhood. The neighbors.
Here is what is new and exciting:
- Views of the city. Lights at night. Sunsets right outside the living room windows.
- Speaking of windows: light. Light everywhere from the huge windows in every room. Vistas for miles.
- I have a kitchen island. I never knew why everyone got so excited about them. Now I do.
- Walk in closet of my own, with room for more clothes than I will ever have.
- And right off that closet, the laundry room. No more carrying laundry baskets down two and a half flights of stairs into the basement.
- A wrap around balcony. Just enough for lots of flowers in the summer.
- A view of the Dayton Dragons baseball field. I am not a baseball fan, but it will be fun watching the games from above. Maybe.
- Fireworks. Sitting out on the balcony with a bird’s eye view. Can’t wait.
- All the new furniture I got to buy. A once in a lifetime experience.
It has been more of an emotional wrench than I expected, but the pluses far outweigh the minuses. And it certainly helps that we are passing on the house to the right family who will love and respect it as we did.
If there is a wedding in that house, and if we are still alive, I hope we are invited.